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sitting in a railway station with my suitcase in my hand
going back where i came from, haved more than i can stand

cause watching them destroy my dreams
they picked my brains till it was clean

and i was up
they knocked me down
i ain't gonna hang around, i'm going home

him have him passport
him have him ticket
and him packed up his close
and him packed up and grip, yeah!
i said, hi's going on a one way trip
mi seh, put up your foot, man, you're deserve it

i'm going home
going home (gotta go, gotta-gotta-go-home)
send someone to meet me
i'm going home

going home! rejoice, cause it is a blessing
going home! gone get a little sun in a him skin
going home! back to some natural living
no more eating ackee out of a thing!

came to dis old town seeking fortune and some fame (neva find a door!)
never had a chance to prove myself go have try to play their games
but using people just ain't my thing
and i want hand from any string
to please some foods i don't care about
they turned me in side out,
i'm going home

back a yard all people more healthy
you want see me aunty she is over eighty
run up on hill like she's only twenty
ova ya so to quick dem in di semetry

going home
going home (gotta go, gotta-gotta-go-home)
send someone to meet me
i'm going home

going home! rejoice, cause it is a blessing
going home! gone get a little sun in a him skin
going home! back to some natural living
no more eating ackee out of a thing!

come from jamaica as a farmer
he come in england him haffi turned labourer
come from jamaica as a doctor
when he come ya him haffi turned bus driver

working in a factory, all day long, oh Gosh!
what eat, what a presporation
him work harder da mos di white man
but him neva wants get no promotion

cause watching them destroy my dreams
they picked my brains till it was clean

and i was up
they knocked me down
i ain't gonna an around, i'm going home

in a di fifties my people were told
dat di streets of england were paid with gold
dey said come to england if you want money
dere is whole heap of jobs for everybody

but when dem reacher what did they see
streets full of rubbish and dark beady
and ain't a joke dem want win fi clean it!

send someone to meet me
i'm going home

going home! rejoice, cause it is a blessing
going home! gone get a little sun in a him skin
going home! back to some natural living
no more eating ackee out of a thing!

him neva come ya fi stay dem only come ya fi walk
but mi seh dem buck up and pice of bad luck
and him enough broke, and him enough stuck
and him want fi go home and put him feet up

why you think dem do dipose in a di bookmaker
dem want fi win some money fi go back a jamaica
dem haffi build a nice house with a veranda
and watch a grand pickeney dem play togeda

now, all rasta who love Africa
there is a place called Shashamane in a Ethiopia
given to all di black people by di Emperor
come mek we build it up and make a place prosper

gone home! ca get a little sun in a your bone
gone home! Lord, say, what a beautiful sounds
gone home!